For a long, suffocating beat, neither of us spoke. The only sound was the soft lapping of water against tile and the furious pounding of my own heart.
I broke the silence first. My voice was low and bitter. “I can’t believe you.”
I pushed off the wall, water dripping from my bare skin, and stalked out without caring that I was naked, without caring that he was watching.
He cussed under his breath. “Savannah, wait.”
“Don’t speak to me!” I yelled, snatching up my robe from the floor and pulling it around me with shaking hands. The sash slipped as my wet fingers fumbled, but I yanked it tighter.
I heard him moving quickly, water sloshing as he got out, his footsteps wet against the floor.
“Savannah—”
“f**k off, Roman.”
He caught up in two strides, his grip latching onto my wrist. H
